It takes 344 minutes to be half ready for a decent run at the finishing line. One direction. One goal. 344 others to join you in the search for the finish line. How humbling it is to know that we are in this for the long haul.

Strings like silk. Vibrato like a quivering reed. Pure as can be. Sweetness and strength. Swimming in the depths of resonance. Inspiration at its best. Clarity and meaningfulness. Leave your breath behind.

If the energy put into thought could go into my health, I would be a sickless piece of being. The streets are full yet I can't see my feet on the ground for the smoke in my brain. The beginning or the end don't mean a thing.

Once I thought I was able to be involved in something big. Bigger than my ass you could say. I now believe I have no need for the chance to show my true self. I am thinking about stopping. This happens once in a while. I take it for what it is. Tomorrow or the next day or the next week will pull me out. Don't give up on me. I can't.